|Logophile and a tenderfoot, with a tendency to be a bit of a grammar troll too. Passionate about the Lord's Good Works, not to mention His Good Book.♥|
What can I do to help those suffering from mental health issues?
Educate myself for one.
There are a lot of mental health disorders in today's world;
And I can't truly help anyone suffering — if I haven't equipped myself with understanding their suffering...
People largely suffer from a form of mental disorder because they are left feeling understood — mainly because they're exposed to people in their life who are self-engrossed and don't care to LISTEN and hear out someone else's heart.
People need to realize that this self-seeking nature is leads insecurity and fear: "if they don't care enough to listen, if what's on my heart is not important, then I probably don't matter".
This is the ...
Music is one of the art form which has the most impact on the individual.
Not only has it been proven to be a whole brain activity (i.e. it stimulates both hemispheres), and a sought-after tool in therapy to promote change...
But it can also serve as a memory bank, a photo album of sorts.
Some times the silence can be a dear solitude — all good things in moderation.
Although I am very selective of what musical influences I expose my psyche to — most secular music out there just fill our subconscious with poor value matter... sadly.
Thus be sure to listen responsibly!
You are what you listen to. ♥
First off, I pray that you'll read this.
(I'll do my best to keep to the minimum words possible).
However I need to be obedient and share my testimony here.
In (early) 2015 I was as lost as one could be, caught up in spiritual warfare against psychic/emotional vampires and other cultists. I was on drugs, smoked ganja + nicotine, got drunk on a regular basis, not to mention my promiscuity... which don't look pretty in the spiritual realm.
Having my third eye open in the midst of all this activity led to my becoming neurotic, and alienated from people.
Of course I didn't perceive this insight (in full) until fairly recently...
I found myself beaten down, weary, and alone.
"You do not get, simply because you do not ask."
An untitled poem.
© Maruschka Scott
The lady dipped her brush in the oils;
As she went about painting the boy asking for spoils.
Noting his frail frame of weakness, and the scuff marks on each shoe;
Seeing the baker handing him a loaf of bread — she assumes that he must have noted as much too.
And as the boy walked away, she saw the truth which his eyes foretold;
In order to gain what you're given — you've no choice but to be utterly bold.
"As she opened the door she stood there silently for a few seconds. She then bursts into uncontrollable laughter as she realizes what she's looking at...."
Her young boy had found himself in a mess. Where he stood in front of the bathroom mirror, perched on a step ladder, he looked a ridiculous sight.
Especially now that he was glaring at his mother indignantly; because how could she dare laugh at him!
But how could she not!
Half his face was dripping shaving cream (he must have gotten it mixed with water and it had gotten diluted), the other was a shade irritation red (he must have scratched it using the razor still capped).
Not to mention the angles at which he had managed to knot up his ...
I am writing this letter to let you know that you are not alone.
And I am praying for your sense of connection to be restored;
That you'll no longer live a "cut-off life", and not merely socially — emotionally also.
You've numbed yourself, having convinced yourself that "not feeling" would help you not miss people.
Instead you have managed to isolate yourself — having become "unrelatable".
I also pray for the necessary healing...
I understand that you have been wounded, and as much as you'd not want to hear it (much less accept it);
Forgiveness is the ONLY lasting treatment. No, you don't have to forget... But you need to act in love, forgiving.
That which you still yearn fo...
(A poem in part)
© Maruschka Scott
'tis one of those mornings that the weariness cannot simply be shrugged from her shoulders.
And to be honest, little does she care how her attitude today borders on that of a scoffer's.
Not that she'd put as much on public display;
Regardless of how much her burdens do weigh...
'tis much the internal battle;
One during which is best to refrain from reckless babble.
And mind you quite the challenge to mind ye yer manners
— when retreating to your chamber of solace...
Life wasn't easy for her. Everything was always a struggle. She stared at the stars as she was lying on the grass and a tear rolled down her cheek...
It had been a bitter experience. Learning to always be ready for the next one of life's thrown punches.
And mind pity she didn't care much for! If anything — she had developed a distaste for exaggerated sympathy...
Albeit there was a time she welcomed the attention. Oh, days of ignorance!
She allowed her heart the nostalgic indulgence.
Remembering how once she had let men prey on her vulnerabilities, and reveled when one had taken enough notice to recognise just how broken she had been.
And pains not caused by their rejecting her, were ones s...
Hymnic lyrics and joy cometh in the morning... © Maruschka Scott
The girl sat on the bench swing;
awaiting her much favoured experienced break of day.
She'd parrot the lyric to herself, hardly taking notice of how the night had grown cold.
Again, she would repeat the sung phrase — on record.
Murmuring on how the melody wasn't working;
Frustrated, disillusioned — she accepts that songwriting isn't child's play.
The first rays of dawn would color her paled cheeks;
The reflected red-orange hue a contrasting "appliqué"...
The girl would blink out of her tranced state.
Thirsty from the spate of verse in which she had found herself immersed.
She smiles, welcoming the morning and its offered esc...
The day drew its curtains in dreamy shades of purple and red,
And the girl would soon tuck herself in next to her bear in bed...
But not before she had read from the Good Book;
And mailed away prayers to the Father's PO Box, thankful that He surely understood.
Whole — A New Vow
© Maruschka Scott
Once was plenty enough
Having allowed you to break my heart in half.
Wisdom — next time 'round;
I'll surely be guarding my heart.
Instead of the old painful lies...
I've come to realize
— God gave me self-control;
thus note I can put the old memories to rest.
Moving onward, the new lateral
— the victim ego healed, time to stand the test.
No longer the shallow
Who in her sorrow would wallow
Long has she forgiven
The sin which left her grievin'
These days no longer bitter over those days
Having received God's grace
She no longer regrets
Hard love lessons from the flesh.
Heart and faith having been restored:
She'll not settle for anything less than being W...